Evelyn 9 - Cold Hallway

Elijah closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

He could hear them starting up again, christened by Evelyn's soft, breathless moan. A sharp gasp followed. Then the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin.

Elijah checked his phone.

3:14 a.m.

They had been going for hours now, but Elijah had lost the exact count. Time collapsed into the sound of Evelyn’s voice. That velvety voice. It rose in short-lived peaks before crashing into valleys of silence. As the night had dragged on, Evelyn’s song grew softer.

Elijah stared at the phone’s screen until it dimmed to black. He set it face down on his leg and shifted on the hallway’s hard tile floor. They were cold beneath him. But even their chill couldn't extinguish the burning he felt in his chest. A sensation that he didn’t want to name.

Their pace began to quicken once more. Elijah clenched his teeth.

He hadn’t expected it to last this long. He’d anticipated a repeat of his first night with Evelyn and the old couple. Nothing more than a few minutes of moans, awkward thrusting, and a quick exit. But this?

This was relentless.

He curled one hand into a fist as his other adjusted the rock-hard bulge in his pants.

“Say it again,” Ivan’s smug voice rang out through the bedroom door. “Say it while I fuck you.”

“I love your cock so much,” Evelyn cooed.

Elijah flinched.

He didn’t want to hear more. But he didn’t reach for his headphones either. He could’ve, they were still in his pocket. He could’ve played something loud enough to drown them out. He could've gone into another room and played a game until they were finished.

But he didn’t.

Because she had asked him to stay.

So instead, he stared blankly at the floor, heart in his throat, as Evelyn moaned something unintelligible as Ivan took her.

She sounded hot when she fucked. The way she cried out, the way her voice cracked, the way she became breathless after a hard slap. Like she was unraveling from the inside. Listening to her fall apart for someone else made Elijah’s cock throb.

And Ivan… Elijah was surprised at his confidence. He spoke as if she were his and only his. There was no hesitation in his words, and each was as biting as the last.

“Look at me. Don’t fucking look away.”

“You like this cock, don’t you?”

“Moan for me when you cum.”

Elijah’s stomach knotted.

Was this what Evelyn liked? Was this what turned her on?

A man who could go for hours without stopping. A man who didn’t ask for permission. Who fucked like it was the only thing that mattered.

What if Elijah couldn’t give her that?

He exhaled through his nose in an attempt to ease his shakes.

Maybe Val had been right.

“Pretty girls like that know how to play people,” she’d said. Elijah had written it off as Val’s usual protectiveness at the time.

But now…

Now he sat in a cold hallway of a wealthy man's home. Listening to Evelyn call Ivan’s name in the next room over.

Elijah couldn't help but feel small.

Ivan had everything. Money. Looks. Confidence. He didn’t have to try. He just had to exist, and women like Evelyn flocked to him.

Elijah couldn’t help but compare himself to the impossible standard. Perhaps that’s why she had no problem fucking Ivan and not himself.

A creak of the bedframe snapped his thoughts in half. Then the dull, repeating sound.

Smack smack smack

The moan that followed made Elijah’s skin prickle.

“Oh my god, don’t stop…” Evelyn’s voice was shaky and slurred.

Smack smack smack smack

Their pace quickened and grew louder.

Elijah's cock stirred in his pants, begging for a release. He swallowed hard. Embarrassed by his own arousal.

He shouldn’t be hard. He shouldn’t want this. He closed his eyes and listened to her voice. The way she pleaded, the way she sobbed out Ivan’s name…

“Fuck, Ivan… right there… oh my god!”

It hit Elijah like a hard wall.

She cried out over and over.

Screaming it like she belonged to him.

Elijah squeezed his eyes tightly. His chest ached. He tried to remind himself what Evelyn had said — that she wanted him to be there. That he was special. That this was for him.

"Jesus! Ivan! Ivan!!"

Ivan…

Elijah was special...

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Right?

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Another cry. Louder than the last.

The air felt thicker now. Each noise that came from that bedroom wrapped itself around Elijah, tugging him toward the door even as his brain screamed for him to stay away.

He couldn’t stop picturing her. Legs spread. Eyes closed. Ivan’s hands on her throat. Her mouth hung open as she begged for his cock.

Elijah's fists clenched again.

A low, shameful ache pulsed beneath his skin.

He wanted to be the one who made her moan like that.

He wanted to see her when she came.

No, he needed to see her.

And in a flash of heated desire, his curiosity, hot and terrible, finally won.

Elijah rose slowly, tiptoing on the hallway carpet, making his way over to the bedroom door.

It was wide open; they hadn't bothered to close it.

He pressed his palm to the frame. His heart jackhammered in his chest as he peeked into the bedroom.

Then he saw it.

Evelyn was on all fours, arms stretched long across the bed, her face pressed down on the mattress. She raised her ass high, back dipped into a sinful arch.

And Ivan was behind her. Hands locked around her hips, fucking her with deliberate, forceful thrusts.

His muscles flexed with effort, sweat dripping down his chest and arms. His pace was brutal, steady, unrelenting. The sound of their clapping flesh echoed in the quiet room like a drumbeat.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Evelyn’s body jolted with each impact. Her breasts swayed beneath her. Her ass rippled with every thrust. Elijah’s eyes followed the curve of her slick thighs, trailing upwards to her chest,

stopping at her face.

And as if she could sense him, Evelyn’s eyes opened, catching his gaze.

Half-lidded and glazed, Evelyn smiled softly.

“Hi…” she mouthed, barely audible over Ivan’s ragged grunts.

Elijah’s lungs forgot how to work as warmth spilled over his chest.

Ivan grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked Evelyn upwards. Her body snapped back into place, back arched even deeper now, her face tipped toward the ceiling.

“Fucking tight little thing,” Ivan growled, panting. “You gonna cum again for me?”

Elijah couldn’t move.

He was hard. Painfully so. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, each pulse in sync with the rhythm of their bodies. He tried to adjust himself, but it didn’t help.

He watched Ivan drive into Evelyn with sharp, punishing strokes. Evelyn screamed in pleasure.

But her eyes never left Elijah.

Even as her arms shifted forward, her fingers curling against the sheets like a stretching cat.

Even as Ivan’s thrusts grew erratic, as sweat rolled down his back, as the wet slap of bodies filled the room like thunder.

Evelyn watched him, smiling as though it was the happiest moment of her life.

That smile hit Elijah harder than anything Ivan could’ve said. It was like her whole body lit up just from seeing him. Even being used, fucked, and trembling beneath another man, she was his.

It didn’t make sense. But it didn’t have to.

Elijah felt it, this feeling between them he couldn't name. An unspoken connection that wrapped around his chest and pulled tightly.

He didn’t understand it. But it was real.

And then their gaze was broken by Ivan's fingers closing around Evelyn’s throat.

He choked her softly, leaning down and biting her shoulder.

Then, slowly, Ivan turned his head and locked eyes with Elijah, a wicked grin forming on his face.

Elijah didn’t move.

He couldn't move.

Ivan's gaze was steady, unblinking, and sharp with recognition.

Elijah couldn't help but feel like he'd been caught doing something deplorable. He wanted to disappear. To melt into the doorway and disappear into the hallway. But it was too late.

Ivan didn’t stop thrusting.

He was panting, sweat dripping down his back as he kept pounding into Evelyn’s slowly. Every thrust made her body shift forward as her soft sounds spilled from her half-open lips.

“Didn’t I tell him not to look?” Ivan asked Evelyn, speaking through heavy breaths.

Evelyn turned her eyes away.

Elijah kept silent.

“I said,” Ivan growled, “didn’t I tell him not to look?”

Evelyn shivered beneath him as he pulled her onto his cock.

“…Yes. You did,” she said.

Ivan smirked.

“Well. Guess that means I have to show him why he should’ve just stayed in the hallway.”

He slowly pulled out of Evelyn's swollen pussy, cock glossy with her arousal, and guided Evelyn off the bed by her hips. She followed him without resistance, moving gracefully to her knees as if it was scripted.

Elijah watched as Ivan took a handful of her hair and pressed his cock against her lips.

She opened them without hesitation.

Elijah watched Ivan's glossy shaft slowly enter Evelyn's mouth. She let out a muffled moan, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock. Evelyn braced herself on his thigh as she began to bob her head gently. Her dark lashes fluttered as she slowly swallowed more of Ivan's length with each motion.

“You know what’s funny?” Ivan said, still looking at Elijah.

He pulled Evelyn's head back, his slick cock sliding out of her open mouth. He slapped it over her face, and Evelyn kept her mouth open in response, her tongue licking his manhood with every thrust.

“She doesn’t have to do this,” he said. “That’s the crazy part. She makes more than enough money online. Between the clips, the messages, the sponsorships…”

He gripped his cock and slapped it lightly against Evelyn’s cheek. Her lips stayed open.

“…She chooses to do this.”

Another slap, across her other cheek.

“She wants this. She wants to be on her knees, getting her throat ruined, with you standing there like a fucking extra.”

He looked Elijah dead in the eye.

“You’re not here because she loves you. You’re here because she likes the idea of you watching. You’re playing a part, you are a toy, and that's all you'll ever be.”

Elijah’s chest tightened.

He looked at Evelyn. Part of him still expected her to protest. To confirm what he believed to be true.

That she wanted him here.

That he mattered.

That they meant something.

But nothing came.

Evelyn moaned as she pushed forward, taking Ivan back into her mouth. She gripped him harder now, sloppier, spit bubbling around the edges of her lips. Her throat flexed with each push forward. Ivan’s hand curled in her hair, holding her head in place.

Elijah felt hairline fractures spread across his heart.

He stopped breathing.

Her eyes flicked over to him once, and upon seeing his expression, she did a double-take.

Then hesitated.

Her mouth slipped off Ivan's cock slowly, lips glistening, chin soaked. She looked up at him with a familiar softness and vulnerability in her eyes.

Ivan thrust his cock forward, undeterred.

“I didn’t say to stop,” he said sharply.

Evelyn slowly looked at Ivan, then back at Elijah.

A long beat passed.

Elijah watched, tense and hopeful. Maybe she was about to protest. About to get up, walk to Elijah, and leave with him.

Then Ivan leaned in, brushing the wet hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek. Gentle and affectionate.

“I didn’t say stop,” he said again, quieter.

She looked up at him, then gave Elijah one final glance.

She smiled, closed her eyes, and slowly, obediently, wrapped her lips back around his cock.

Ivan groaned. Elijah's body shook.

Ivan placed both hands behind her head and began to thrust forward.

Controlled. Purposeful. Possessive.

Evelyn gagged softly as he pushed himself deep into her throat. She held onto his thighs, breath catching between strokes. Ivan pulled out, dragging spit and precum down her chin, then pushed back in again. Deeper. Harder.

He tilted his head toward Elijah and smiled.

“Go ahead,” he said, voice cool. “Keep watching. We both know the role you signed up for… and you’re doing great.”

Elijah didn’t flinch.

Didn’t blink.

He just stood there, motionless, as Evelyn took another deep thrust, then another, moaning weakly as her throat opened for Ivan again and again. Every time she pulled back for air, Ivan guided her right back down his shaft.

It was a hypnotic display of sexual skill that Elijah never thought he'd see in person.

And it aroused him in a way he couldn’t understand.

He should’ve looked away. Should’ve walked out. But he didn’t. He just stared, cock hard in his pants, every breath shallow.

Eventually, Ivan groaned and pulled Evelyn up roughly, dragging her back to the bed. He turned her, laid her on her back, and slid inside her in one slow thrust.

Evelyn moaned sharply, arching beneath him.

She tried to look over at Elijah again, but Ivan caught her jaw with his hand.

“No,” he said, almost tender as he pulled her gaze back to him. “Eyes on me.”

And then he kissed her. Deeply. Passionately.

Elijah watched their tongues wrap together, watched their hips find a steady rhythm. Watched as their slow, grinding strokes made Evelyn moan into his mouth.

She looked… different now.

Her fingers curled into the sheets. Her toes pointed. Her moans grew softer, more rhythmic. Less performative.

She looked like she was melting into him.

She looked like she loved it.

And Elijah believed it.

So there it was. Ivan was right. Evelyn didn’t need this. She never did.

She wanted it.

She wanted Ivan. Not because of money. Not because of some act. Because she liked it. Because she liked being taken, used, and fucked.

And she knew Elijah couldn't give her that.

And maybe that was the point all along.

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“Pretty girls like that know how to play people."

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The words rang through Elijah's head as he stepped back from the doorway slowly.

He leaned against the wall, cold marble biting through his shirt, and slid down until he hit the floor.

The chill spread into his skin. He shifted onto the carpet, curling into the center of the hallway where it was warmer. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at the ceiling.

He was pathetic.

Any normal person would’ve left by now. Would’ve walked out, blocked her number, and burned the memory out of their mind.

But he didn’t.

Because he remembered her voice and that smile.

“Will you stay?”

It hadn’t been casual. It hadn’t been sexy. It was a real plea. So naked and **** that it made Elijah's chest hurt.

She never pretended to be more than she was. She never expected him to stay.

Because no other men ever did.

She didn’t beg. She didn’t manipulate. She just asked.

And he’d said yes.

Because he wasn’t like other men.

He could take it.

He wanted to, and that had to mean something.

Right?

The sounds in the bedroom grew quieter. Softer. Evelyn’s moans now sounded small, swallowed into Ivan’s skin.

There were no more taunts. Just the slow thud of bodies, the creak of the bed, and the occasional gasp between breaths.

Elijah let his eyes flutter shut.

His cock still throbbed in his pants, uncomfortable and swollen.

He didn’t touch it.

He just lay there. On the carpet. Exhausted in the dim lamplights.

Eventually, the fatigue overtook him.

And he fell asleep to the steady rhythm of Evelyn being taken.

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